Emilie was not chasing him.
At least, that was what she told herself as the private jet lifted smoothly off the tarmac, the city shrinking beneath a veil of clouds.
She sat poised in her seat, back straight, legs crossed with practiced grace, fingers resting lightly on the leather armrest as though she belonged exactly where she was.
Which, of course, she did.
This trip had been planned long before Lucian left the country—long before the Sterling household had been shaken by the existence of another woman daring to stand where Emilie believed she belonged.
That was the story she would stick to.
The truth, however, was far more delicate.
Lucian Sterling had gone abroad under the pretense of business—an inspection tour of one of the Sterling Group's overseas subsidiaries, paired with a high-level financial summit that only a handful of elite families were invited to attend.
It was not unusual. Lucian traveled often.
